Let you be a great man, not a scumbag

Chapter 1288 is a good seedling

When the great grandfather heard this, his eyes showed a hint of appreciation.

A trace of approval flashed in the grandfather's eyes, and he nodded slowly: "Xiao Qiu, your daughter is really good. She has such awareness at such a young age. It's rare, rare."

Jiang Jianmin also agreed with a smile: "Xiao He is indeed suitable for the system. I feel that many positions are suitable for her. Just now in front of Grandpa, she spoke calmly and appropriately, and her answers were clear and coherent. She is a good seedling."

A humble smile appeared on Qiu Yihe's face.

He bowed his head slightly, and said respectfully and gently: "Grandpa (), Uncle Jiang, you are too kind. I am just standing on the shoulders of giants. With the wisdom and experience of my predecessors, I can have the little understanding I have today. The road ahead is still long, and I still have a lot to learn."

Upon hearing this, the great grandfather's eyes became more approving. He gently patted Qiu Yihe's shoulder, his tone kind and serious.

"Good boy, modesty is a virtue, but you must also have confidence. I am very pleased that you have such awareness and attitude. Young people like you will surely be able to shoulder the responsibilities of the times."

Jiang Jianmin also smiled and nodded: "Yes, Xiaohe, you have this heart, which is better than many people. If you need any help in the future, just ask, we elders will support you."

Qiu Zheng, who was standing by, understood what Jiang Jianmin meant when he said this in front of his great-grandfather.

He glanced at Jiang Jianmin with gratitude, and then immediately said to Qiu Yihe: "Xiaohe, say thank you quickly."

Qiu Yihe nodded gratefully, with a hint of gratitude in his tone.

"Thank you, great grandfather, thank you, Uncle Jiang."

The great grandfather laughed, his tone relaxed and happy: "Well, today is a happy day. It's a pleasure to meet you all. Don't just stand and talk. Sit down and chat slowly."

After Qiu Yihe sat down slowly, he saw the great-grandfather smiling and speaking to Jiang Cheng in a friendly manner.

"My dear grandson, go sit down too. Grandpa is fine. Come, give this to Xiao He to try."

Upon hearing this, Jiang Cheng took the fruit plate in front of his great-grandfather.

Then she placed it on the small coffee table next to her and Qiu Yihe's chairs.

Seeing Qiu Yihe, he began to thank him.

The grandfather sitting in the middle of the living room said, "You're welcome. Eat quickly. Jiang Cheng likes these snacks. You young people probably have similar tastes. You can try them."

The reception room is large.

There was no close contact at this time.

Qiu Yihe's heart, which had been beating like a deer's head, calmed down a little.

After looking around, his eyes finally fell on the fruit plate in front of him.

Then he looked up at Jiang Cheng and said softly in a low voice, "Wow, this living room is so big. It feels like there will be a little echo when you talk here."

Jiang Cheng smiled, took a White Rabbit candy from the plate and handed it to her.

"Try this."

"Do you like White Rabbit candy?"

For some reason, when Jiang Cheng heard this, two pairs of flowery things suddenly appeared in his mind.

He nodded and responded, "As long as it tastes like milk, I like it."

Qiu Yihe's attention was obviously attracted by the furnishings in the room.

While peeling the wrapper of White Rabbit milk candy, he looked around the house inconspicuously.

After eating it, Qiu Yihe whispered again: "Your taste is like a child, but this White Rabbit candy has a strong milky taste. Is it a different brand? The taste is not quite the same."

Qiu Yihe's reaction was exactly the same as the first time he ate it.

“It’s homemade, so it’s different from what’s out there.”

Hearing this, Qiu Yihe acted as if he had suddenly realized something.

Seeing that the elders were drinking tea and chatting, Qiu Yihe whispered to Jiang Cheng: "Your grandfather's house is so beautiful and grand. Are these chairs made of golden nanmu? They smell so good."

Jiang Cheng shook his head gently: "No, all the wood here is agarwood."

Hearing this, Qiu Yihe's eyes, which were originally slightly closed, suddenly opened a little wider, revealing an expression of disbelief.

His dignified hands, which had been quietly placed on his legs, seemed to be pulled by an invisible force.

He slowly put it down and couldn't help but touch the seat of the chair.

"Agarwood... then wouldn't the chair I'm sitting on be worth hundreds of thousands?"

Qiu Yihe murmured to himself, his voice full of surprise and shock.

After saying that, he began to look carefully at the layout of the room.

The furnishings in the house are extremely exquisite, with the unique Chinese aesthetic style of the old society.

Some novel new Chinese elements have been incorporated to improve it.

There are many valuable famous paintings and ancient paintings hanging on the wall.

The floor is covered with a bright and gorgeous typical Chinese red carpet.

The entire space is decorated with both solemnity and elegance.

This arrangement makes the whole room not feel tacky at all.

Instead, it reveals an admirable grandeur.

After a few simple greetings.

The great grandfather sighed and slowly said...

"The last time I saw you, you were only 18 years old. I never saw you again after Jianmin left. Later I heard that you became a pilot. I even asked your uncle to come over to talk to you..."

Qiu Zheng's face showed an expression of surprise and emotion.

"Uncle Jiang, thank you for remembering me."

"How could I forget you? You two grew up under my nose when you were little..."